Here I am, looking gorgeous as usual. That thing under my nose is a cold sore. I've been getting those since I was 17. They're usually precipitated by stress, and so of course I always get one when I travel.
One time I had a cold sore on my nose while I was sitting at a pub in Ireland. I had been talking to two elderly gentlemen when they informed me that Jesse Ventura had just been elected as the Governor of Minnesota. I was marveling at how the heck they knew such a random detail, and then they informed me that there are more Irish in America than there are in Ireland and so they keep track of things in the States. Anyway, at the end of this 2-beer, 30 minute conversation, one of them leaned over and whispered in my ear, "By the way, your nose is bleeding".